Lyrics

[Verse 1]
You wake up, you light up, then handle your day,
Clock in, smile fake, push the pain away.
You say, “I work, I pay bills, what’s the issue?”
But you can’t face life unless the smoke’s with you.

You call it a habit, I call it a crutch,
You say you’re in control—just not by much.
Our family tree’s stained by the drugs they chose,
Now you water it daily like that won’t grow.

[Hook]
You say weed ain't a drug, just helps you unwind,
But you can't move a muscle with a sober mind.
You call yourself clean 'cause you’re still on your grind,
But I see the truth: high doesn’t mean fine.

You ain’t passed out, but you ain’t present,
You just float through days, calling that contentment.
You ain’t on the street, but you’re still off track—
You’re not your whole self, and I want that back.

[Verse 2]
You don’t miss work, but you miss connection,
Hiding your grief in a fog of deflection.
Dad’s gone, sis too—same tragic script,
But you burn your escape like none of that hit.

You say, “It’s just weed, not a needle or pipe,”
But addiction don’t care about what it looks like.
It’s the silence, the stalling, the walls you build,
It’s needing the high more than needing to heal.

[Bridge]
I’m not judging, I’m begging you see—
This ain’t about drugs, it’s about being free.
You think you’re okay ‘cause your life ain’t wrecked,
But numb ain't the same as self-respect.

[Hook – Repeat]
You say weed ain't a drug, just helps you unwind,
But you can't move a muscle with a sober mind.
You call yourself clean 'cause you’re still on your grind,
But I see the truth: high doesn’t mean fine.

You ain’t passed out, but you ain’t present,
You just float through days, calling that contentment.
You ain’t on the street, but you’re still off track—
You’re not your whole self, and I want that back.

[Outro – Spoken softly or fading vocal]
We lost them to poison, and now you’re next,
Not dead—but drifting, with weed on your breath.
You say you’re not broken, just finding your way...
But healing don’t come from running away.